Out goes the baby with the garbage

Poor child. Keep that placenta on. It's the only stain defender you'll get and you've already lost it. Get all the beautysleep you can because your mother's not Laura Ashley and soon enough you'll fall to the ugly floor. Save your sneezes. Save every one of them in a rocket so that maybe some day you can sneeze snot and mucous and phlegm all over them and leave this place.